The night swallowed the city whole.
Rain had started again, light at first, then heavier, like something inevitable.
Nguyen Khang’s car cut through the empty streets, headlights slicing the darkness ahead.
“Faster,” he said.
His voice was low. Controlled.
But his hand, resting on his knee, had already tightened into a fist.
Something was wrong.
Not just Lan.
Not just Linh.
This was bigger.
At the same time,
Linh stepped out of the mansion.
The air was cold. Sharp.
“Miss, we should bring more people,” Uncle Tran said quickly. “This might be a trap.”
Linh didn’t stop walking.
“It is a trap,” she said calmly.
That answer froze him.
“Then why”
“Because I need to see who set it.”
Her eyes were completely cold now.
No hesitation.
No fear.
The car stopped in front of an aban
